In our home, we share a common interest for books, just in our own special ways.
Sid’s love for the written word blossomed with Julia Donaldson’s books with Tinkle, Magic Pot and Enid Blyton in tow. Having experimented with the extensive collection that his school library boasted of, he has recognized his love for fact finders – Magic Tree House being his current favorite.
Many lazy, cozy holiday afternoons found us huddled on the couch as I read to him the many adventures of Tom Sawyer, Robin Hood and very recently Edith Nesbit’s – Railway Children.
Little Princess is a bookworm – literally.
Sid’s book collection has dwindled since she has traversed onto the ‘road to discovery’ and now, the ‘ripping’ phase of toddlerhood. She takes to loving her (mostly her brother’s) books to bits!
As of this week, she prides on her very own (rightfully her brother’s ) Britannica’s Early Discovery which has surprisingly stood (an entire week) the test of her creativity with just doodles (Phew)!
The husband makes it a point to pick up a book from the airport that serves as his in-flight companion during business trips. It is ironic that he prefers to talk about the in-flight movies he watched rather than his new book when he gets back. As for the book, it just adds to the many others stacked on the bookshelf.
I will defer from saying that I have caught him more than once snoring within minutes of him going into an ‘I am reading’ mode, for it can offend him. 😉
As for me, I just found out that Google categorized my obsessive-compulsion to constantly read and hoard books as a disorder called ‘Bibliomania’.
Well, Google is yet to update another symptom to this disorder– the books that I hoard, I simply will NOT share!